I went to class trying my best not to cry. I knew today would be the day my best friend would leave. Not for a holiday, not for a week, but forever. My best friend was leaving and I was doing my best to hold it together. While sitting at the bar, ironically where it all began, I received a text from Cettie saying I had just left my room. My heart broke. No matter how much I tried to prepare for his departure, nothing could stop the pain in my chest. He said he wanted to see me one last time and meet her by the elevators on the first floor. I went to the meeting point desperately trying to stick with it